If anyone was to ask Laxus what he remembered about their wedding, he would have to be honest and say not much. Not because he’d drunk too much, because no alcohol had passed his lips that day, but because of the man that he had married. From the moment Freed had entered the cathedral with Bickslow and Evergreen flanking him, the Dragon-slayer hadn’t been able to look anywhere else. Freed was always beautiful, but he was radiant that day and even as they exchanged their vows Laxus couldn’t believe that this man was his, that he was willing to be his forever. So if he was asked what he remembered, he would reply simply that he remembered that he had been the luckiest man in Earthland, before glancing at his husband and correcting himself…He was still the luckiest man in Earthland.
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Fairytail Drabbles
RandomA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.
